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Ayo, what's up? |
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There's a lotta mother****ers out here |
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With a style similar to mine nowadays |
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You know what |
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I mean? Be tryin' to like |
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They infiltrated the camp and now they |
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They wanna take the style and claim it for their owns, ya know |
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But I'mma blow'em up 'cause it's just like |
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Whatever you know what |
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I'm sayin'? |
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It's too strategical and mathematical |
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I rotate so fast that |
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I appear invisible |
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I keep the chemical but never subliminal |
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The force centrifugal and spiritual |
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You got static? |
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You are grounded 'cause |
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I've mastered electrical |
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Mostly mental but don't sleep on the physical |
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Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even said |
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I was a son to him |
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Still my L |
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P is fatter than his or yours, took a two-year pause |
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Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers |
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In a brothel, only dealin' with what's logical |
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Applied science left |
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MC's penetrable |
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The leader's stroke is apocalyptic |
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Hostile like |
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Arabics in |
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Israel with automatics |
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And if you want it, the monks can make it hectic |
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Set it off, fire burn up |
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Jack Frost and |
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Santa Claus |
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Whatever you want to do, make it clever |
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Whatever, whatever, whatever |
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And to all y'all crews, whatever |
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Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin' |
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The ultimate |
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MC equation, ferromagnetic |
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Ask my pops, it's genetic that's why |
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I'm a weed head |
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And not the alcoholic, call it whatever you want to call it |
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Devils just know that it's some form of arithmetic |
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Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this shit |
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The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics |
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Got MC in' locked down like a convict |
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Blowin' up opposition as |
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I maneuver through it |
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And to make sure it's over stood, |
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I stick around |
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Popular like crime in ghetto neighborhoods |
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Rock my crown like |
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Shaka did, hold it down |
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**** your mind up like |
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Joe Jackson kids, check it out |
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So whatever you want to do, make it clever |
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Whatever, whatever, whatever |
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I gotta do my thing, |
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I represent |
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And to all y'all crews, whatever |
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I gotta do my thing, |
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I represent |
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And to all y'all crews, whatever |
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I gotta do my thing, |
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I represent |
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And to all y'all crews, whatever[Incomprehensible] |
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WhateverFire, flames, heat up the competition |
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Spontaneous combustion, like the |
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Pope's religion |
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Your style of emcee in' is |
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PaganismYour rhymes make no sense, just like a |
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Roman Christian |
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But your niggas soup you up like |
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LiptonThe |
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Gwong Jan |
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Lin of underground emcee in' strikes again |
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The snake bites again, but |
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I'm immune to the poisonous venom |
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Ask the devil, he knows |
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I'm dangerous |
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Freak on the mike but not sexual, call me unalike' |
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Cause my rhymes are never homo |
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Make you sad, like when |
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Cher left |
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Sonny Bono |
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Fire burn, |
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Giuliani, |
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Pataki and |
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CuomoWhatever you want to do, make it clever |
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Whatever, whatever, whatever |
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I gotta do my thing, |
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I represent |
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And to all y'all crews, whatever |
